Soldier of the Ruins
Chapter Four
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30 minutes later, at the enemy camp.
Flippy leaned against the tree, his feet 23 feet off the ground. He peered through the scope on his .30 hunting rifle, searching the enemy's camp."Trucks, tanks, APCs, found the armor. Lots of fires but no guards, sloppy. Now, where is it?" Flippy thought. "Ahhh, there it is. Small shack,, one window on door, no lights ,no guards, barrels of fuel outside." Flippy slipped off the branch he was on and swung himself down, hitting the ground softly. "9.6." Cuddles said softly. "Who's judging?" Flippy replied, then gestured to Toothy and Russell. "You two, come with me" He said. Russell sighed and picked up his M4, then nudged Toothy. "Wake up asshole." Toothy opened one eye. "Stop poking me fucktard."
"Just wake up."
"Fuck you, I am awake" Toothy said, opening the other eye. "Hey dickheads," Flippy said, interrupting Russell's comeback. "we got a job to do, so stop jacking off and follow me." Flippy turned to Cuddles. "Spread the word, after we get back or shit starts blowing up, hit the camp. If you take serious fire or lose too many people, fallback, your in charge now." Flippy slipped through the bushes as Cuddles spread the word. When Flippy reached the supply dump, he clicked his flashlight on and off twice, signaling Russell and Toothy. After they had arrived, Flippy glanced through the broken window. Seeing nothing, he pulled himself through. Flippy picked his way around boxes of ammunition and grenades until he reached the door. Flippy grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. Toothy stepped inside while Russell scanned the area. "Holy shit, is all this necessary?" Toothy asked, shocked by the sheer amount. Flippy ignored him and began looking through the crates. "Hell yeah." Flippy muttered, clearly happy. "Toothy, get Russell in here." he said, glancing up.
"Yarr, what is it?" Russell asked, approaching the crate. Flippy lifted out a tan block and tossed it to Russell. Toothy glanced over from his spot at the window and saw Russell catch the block and look at it in obvious confusion. "That's C4 right?" Toothy asked. Flippy nodded from his spot at the crate. "Yep , and we got lots of it" he said, clearly overjoyed. "So this stuff goes boom right?" Russell said, holding the block very gently. " Only if I flip the switch." Flippy replied, holding up a detonator. "Toothy, go check that APC, see if you can open the hatch." Toothy shrugged and walked over to the APC and strained to lift the hatch. As Toothy finally opened the APC's hatch, Flippy climbed up and dropped down the hatch. "You planning on driving truckasaurus-rex?" Toothy asked, poking his head inside. "That reminds me of a APC that the tiger soldiers had during the war. They called it a BTR something something. Anyway, we called them BMPs, so one of the BMPs I saw was covered in porn. Called it the BMP pimp." Flippy whispered, "Now get some C4, grenades and a box of fuses from Russell. And shut up, it echos in here."
Toothy jumped off the APC and relayed the order to Russell. "Yarr, I feel like I'm working at McDonalds again." Russell said, passing the C4 through the window. "Would you like an apple pie with that?" he added sarcastically. "At least you never worked at Wal-mart." Toothy shot back. "So one day, a fifty year old man walks in and asks me where the condoms are, and the whole time I'm thinking he's a pedophile." "Yarr, any idea who he was?" Russell asked, passing Toothy the grenades. "I don't know, some douche with an afro." Toothy took the box of fuses as Russell held them out. "Douches are hygieneal products, so were they in the same isle as hand sanitizer?" "Smartass." Toothy said as he climbed back onto Truckasaurus-rex. "Did you ever hear about the time I went to Brazil?" Flippy asked Toothy as he took the grenades from him. "Fuck that, you haven't left the country since the war." Toothy replied. "So why did you want the frags and the fuses?" "If I attach the fuses to the grenades and then to the C4, all I need to do is hit the switch and BOOM, shit starts blowing up everywhere." Flippy said, attaching the fuses.
About 20 minutes later.
"Alright, that's the last one." Flippy said, duct taping a block of C4 to the engine of a tank. "Everyone run for the trees, don't worry about getting shot at, if they didn't notice us the whole time, I doubt they'll notice now." Flippy took off in a mad dash for the tree line, closely followed by Russell and Toothy. As Toothy pulled himself through the bushes, Flippy triggered the C4. Instantly, the explosives detonated, rendering the tanks and APCs burnt and melted on the inside, while the trucks were left as piles of smoking metal. A piece of shrapnel, propelled by the force of an exploding truck, flew through the window and struck an antitank mine, destroying the supply depot and everything stored inside. "Ka-fucking-boom!"Flippy yelled as he charged the camp. Cuddles sprinted after him, blood pulsing in his veins. He raised his rifle and fired off the clip into the tents, his ears filled with ring of the blast. Flippy dashed through the rows of tents, spraying lead into the canvas. "28,29,30." Flippy counted the bullets and ejected the spent clip, rolling into a tent, pistol ready. "What the fuck? Where is everyone?" He thought, seeing the empty cots. Flippy rushed out of the tent, cupped his hands to his mouth, "Check the tents!" he bellowed. Hearing this, many of the people surrounding Flippy began to open the flaps of the tents or peek inside.
As Flippy looked around, he saw something shining in the light of a fire. He bent down and saw a small pile of bullet casings. "Someone was here, shooting at something, but what?" He wondered. Flaky walked out of a nearby tent and saw Flippy kneeling on the ground. "Are you okay?" she asked. " I'm fine, just found some casings." Flippy lifted up one to show her and found the casings to be wet and slippery. "...and blood." "Do you think there might have been some fighting here?"She said, slinging her shotgun. "Maybe but I'm not sure."Flippy said, spotting more casings. "I see more over there and there, it seems like they were shooting in all directions." "Wouldn't there be bodies?" "What?" "Bodies, if they had all been shooting, there must have been a reason. And from the lack off any soldiers, they must have been killed" Flaky said "Your righ..." Flippy was inturrupeted by a scream. "That sounded like Petunia!" Flaky said, suddenly afraid. "Stay here, I'll check it out." Flippy said as he ran off in the direction of the scream.
As Flippy arrived in the area of the scream, he saw Handy trying to calm down Petunia. "It's okay, it was just a dead body, it can't hurt you." Handy spotted Flippy approaching and told him what had happened. "I heard Petunia scream, and when I got over here, I found her standing near a body, Russell and Toothy are over checking it out" he said, pointing to some bushes. As Flippy pushed his way through the bush he heard Toothy talking. "Look at that, it looks like something was inside him, snarled everything up." "Real pretty, friend of yours?" Flippy asked. "No, just found him." Russell said. The corpse was once a brown bear with a green army jacket, but now, it had a gaping hole in its chest, about the size of a basket ball. Flippy noticed an AK-74 slung on its back and a private patch on its shoulder. "Check his neck, see if there are any dogtags." Flippy said. Toothy reached over and pulled up a pair of bloody tags, he wiped some of the blood off and read his name. "Private John Ramirez, First division, Third battalion." At that moment screams ripped through the silence. "Now we get to know what happened, on your feet, follow me." Flippy ordered.
Dundundun...dramatic cliff hanger. A bit of stuff I didn't intend, like some mild FlippyxFlaky and mild PetuniaxHandy. Some of that might pop up later. Chapter five will be the end of the cliff hangers (Yay!)
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